I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.

Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.

She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.

Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.

Well,' said Mrs Smiling, 'it sounds an appalling place, but in a different way from all the others. I mean, it does sound interesting and appalling, while the others just sound appalling.

On the whole, Flora liked it better when they were silent, though it did rather give her the feeling that she was acting in one of the less cheerful German highbrow films.